" Reverently he
laid Rosa's letter before her countryman. "I'm not in the habit of
showing my letters to strangers, but--I guess that'll convince you
I'm not a spy."
He sat silently while the letter was being read; nor was he
disappointed in the result. Mr. Enriquez raised dark,
compassionate eyes to his, saying:
"This is a touching letter, sir. I thank you for allowing me to
see it. No, I don't doubt you now. Poor Cuba! Her sons must be
brave, her daughters patient."
"Well! You understand why I must go quickly, and why I can't
chance delay by going either to Matanzas or to Havana. I want to
land somewhere farther east, and I want you to help me to find
Colonel Lopez."
Mr. Enriquez frowned thoughtfully. "What I just told you is
literally true," he said at last. "We work in the dark up here,
and we don't know the whereabouts of our troops. We are suspicious
of strangers, too, as we have reason to be. But--I have a
thought." He excused himself and left the room. When he returned
he explained: "I don't have to tell you that we are watched all
the time, and that for us to assist you openly would be liable to
defeat your purpose. But I have just telephoned to a man I can
trust, and I have told him your story. He has relatives in Cuba
and he agrees to help you if he can. His name is Alvarado."
Writing an address upon a card, he handed it to O'Reilly.
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